Today I'm noticing how much light flowers and leaves hold, even on a gray, overcast day.
Like this petunia. Yes, there's light reflected in the drops left by the afternoon drizzle, but there is also a deep, rich purple light at its center, a dazzling darkness.
And there's the blaze of maple leaves. I went on to pick up a handful, all variations of reds and yellows, a brief fall brightness.
And the glow of another maple leaf, perched on the ruddy gloss of holly.
And the kousa dogwood in our backyard glowed with its own inner light. It's enough to make you want to burst into song...
There's a fire in the bush a burning.....
"Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it."
Mary Oliver in "Sometimes"
I've taken on a prayer practice of looking for the moments of light in each day, whether actual or metaphorical, and then writing or posting photos of what I find.